Micah grinned even wider and gave Zach’s chest a little shove, pushing him in the direction of the couch.
“Well, you’re too tall. At least, too tall for me to reach all of you. Sit down and let me see you. Please?”
Zach sat, deciding he was more than happy to take a raincheck on dinner if it meant Micah kept touching him. Besides the fact that it was clearly making Micah happy, the way it seemed to boost his confidence was sexy as hell.
“Can you read me now, Micah?” he asked, pulling Micah’s hand back to his face.
“You like this,” Micah said, sounding a little breathless as his hands fluttered over Zach’s cheeks… eyes… traced the shape of his mouth. Went lower. He ran his hands over Zach’s chest again, then up and over his shoulders. He reached around Zach’s neck, perfect kissing position, and tunneled his fingers through the back of Zach’s short hair.
“Of course I like it,” Zach said, spreading his legs and pulling Micah to stand between them. “You’re turning me on, Micah.”
Micah grinned. “I’m turning me on, too. And I’m really not that hungry? So, um…”
Zach groaned, tugging Micah’s head down and surprising a sexy little gasp out of him as he took his mouth again. Micah moaned, leaning into the kiss with the same greedy passion that Zach was feeling. The sound was an instant aphrodisiac, taking Zach from just turned on to a rock-hard urgency that made it almost impossible for him to remember why he’d ever thought this would be too much, too soon. He ran his hands over Micah’s back, urging him closer, and then—when Micah moaned again, tightening his grip on the back of Zach’s head—Zach gave in to what he really wanted to do and lifted him onto his lap.
Holy Christ. That had either been a really bad idea, or a really, really good one. Micah didn’t even try to pretend that he wanted to slow down.
“Zach,” he said, breathing the word into Zach’s mouth as he straddled him. “Please.”
“Anything,” Zach promised, kneading Micah’s ass with his hands as he ground their cocks together through too many layers of clothing. He kissed his way down Micah’s throat, sucking on the frantically beating pulse at the base of it as he tried to tell himself he was going to get a grip. Take Micah to dinner. Slow the fuck down.
“Oh my God,” Micah moaned, throwing his head back and rocking his hips into Zach, which pretty much blew all Zach’s resolutions right out of the water. Especially when he started telling Zach what he liked, panting it out in eager little bursts as Zach tasted him. “That… you… Zach. Do that… more. God. That feels so good.”
“Jesus, Micah,” Zach groaned, instantly deciding that this was his new mission in life: making Micah feel good. “Do you know how sexy you are right now?”
Micah made a little sound that was something between a whimper and a laugh and tugged on Zach’s shirt.
“Can you take this off?” he asked, biting that irresistible lip of his. “Please? I want to feel more of you.”
Zach had never removed an item of clothing so fast in his life. And the minute he did? Micah’s hands were all over him, stroking his chest, grazing his nipples, scraping down his sides.
Driving him crazy.
“You’re so hot,” Micah said, glancing up at Zach for a split second before his eyes snapped down to follow the path his hands were taking. His fingers slipped under Zach’s waistband, his breath quickening as he looked back up at Zach with pupils blown so wide that his blue eyes looked almost black. “I wanted to touch you like this when I first saw you. I’ve never… I mean, I wanted… um, can you…?”
“Anything,” Zach rasped, feeling like he might come in his pants like a horny teenager if Micah kept looking at him like that. Whatever intentions he’d had about going slow went up in smoke, once and for all, and when Micah started fumbling with his zipper—the meaning of his stumbling question perfectly clear—Zach scooped him off his lap and laid him down on the couch, having absolutely no resistance left in him.
He stood, slipping the button of his pants free.
“Can you take them off?” Micah asked, eyes glued to Zach’s bulge. “All the way off? Please?”
“Micah,” Zach groaned, stripping down to just skin and lying next to him. “You’re killing me.”
“You said I could touch,” Micah said, giving him a cheeky grin. “It’s the best way I’ve got for learning new things.”
Zach laughed, but then Micah wrapped his hand around Zach’s cock, and the laugh turned into an entirely different sound.
“Holy Christ,” Zach said, thrusting into Micah’s fist without meaning to. “Jesus, baby, that feels good.”
“Oh my God, it really does,” Micah said, practically panting as he worked Zach’s cock with his hand, staring down at it. “You’re so big.”
Micah’s obvious enjoyment had Zach about two seconds from done, and he grabbed Micah’s hand, forcing him to stop so he didn’t end things too soon. If they were going this far, he wanted Micah to feel good.
He rolled, tucking Micah underneath him and wishing like hell that they were both naked so he could feel all that silky skin against his own. As enthusiastic as Micah was, Zach was pretty sure that he’d have been fully on board with that plan, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not yet. Because Zach wasn’t feeling any of the patience he usually had.
At all.
He crushed their mouths together, drinking in the hot flavor of Micah’s breath as he tried to calm himself down a little so he didn’t explode right out of the gate. Not easy. Not with the way Micah instantly moaned underneath him, arching up with an uninhibited eagerness that shot any last vestige of Zach’s patience all to hell.
“Zach,” Micah panted, hands running down Zach’s back and locking onto his ass. He pulled their hips more tightly together. “Please… oh my God, I need… something…”
Zach laughed, something ridiculously happy bubbling up inside him, mixing with the raging lust that filled him and turning it into something almost painfully sweet. And just like that—and regardless of the almost painful throbbing of his cock—his patience was back. He could happily do this all night.
Forever.
“I promise you, Micah,” he said, raising himself up enough that he could tug Micah’s shirt off, too. “I’ll always do my best to give you what you need. Anything. Just tell me what you want.”
“This… this… oh, God. This is good,” Micah said. “I think being naked is definitely what I need right now.”
Zach bit back a groan, watching as the blush he’d been so curious about when they’d first met raced over Micah’s skin, flushing his chest a warm pink. Zach chased it with his lips, licking and sucking until Micah started panting again.
“Naked,” he begged, hands gripping the back of Zach’s head. “Please. Oh my God, Zach, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life. Can you… hurry?”
Zach grinned, nipping at Micah’s taut stomach as he obligingly unzipped him and tugged his pants down. Micah’s erection throbbed under his tight boxer briefs. They were bright red, skimpy, and sexy as hell, and Zach’s breath hitched with excitement when he saw the dark, wet spot over the head of Micah’s cock. He couldn’t resist. He slid his hands under Micah’s ass and lifted him higher, mouthing him right through the material.
“Nnnnnnnnnngh,” Micah gasped, hips jerking off the couch. “Oh my God.”
Zach looked up, sucking in a sharp breath at the raw pleasure he saw on Micah’s face. Naked had definitely been a good idea. Micah was all smooth skin and sleek lines, skin flushed pink with arousal.
Gorgeous.
Zach’s cock jerked in response to the sight, and he pulled the little red underwear down to Micah’s thighs and swallowed him whole, needing to taste him like he needed air.
“Oh my God, Zach, Zach, Zach… oh, Zach.”
Micah was shaking, and the sound of Zach’s name tumbling from his lips felt almost as good as if he’d been inside him.
Zach groaned, sucking Micah deep. Grinding his own cock against
the couch because he couldn’t bear to take his hands off Micah’s body to give himself some relief. He held Micah steady while he sucked him off, one palm pressed against his trembling stomach and the other hand stroking his taint… squeezing his sweet little ass… cupping his balls as they tightened up and Micah’s hands clutched at Zach’s head and his hips jerked up and—
“I’m coming… God, Zach… I’m coming.”
Zach moaned, burying his face against Micah’s groin as he took all of it, reveling in Micah’s pleasure and then—when it finally subsided—surging up over his body and gathering him in his arms.
“You taste so good, baby,” he said, rocking his hips against the wet heat of Micah’s softening cock.
“Oh my God,” Micah whispered, winding his arms around Zach tightly and looking almost drunk with the afterglow. “That was amazing. I can’t believe you did that. Will you kiss me? I want to taste it, too, Zach.”
Zach groaned, licking his way into Micah’s mouth to give him what he’d asked for.
Micah wrapped his legs around Zach’s hips, sucking on Zach’s tongue with total abandon as he slipped one hand between them and found Zach’s cock.
“You said I could touch,” he whispered, grinning against Zach’s lips when Zach moaned into his mouth. Micah tightened his grip, stroking Zach’s length. “Is this good?”
Zach couldn’t answer, but Micah must have been right about reading him well with his hands. He was very, very good with his hands.
“Micah,” Zach gasped, thrusting into Micah’s fist. “Jesus.”
He didn’t want it to end, but he was too close. Micah’s touch felt so damn good there was no way he could stop the tide. He wanted to ride the edge for as long as he could, though. Wanted to let it build and build because Micah’s hands… were… heaven.
Zach buried his face in the hollow of Micah’s shoulder, a spot he’d already decided to claim as his own, and sucked greedily on the hot skin there as Micah brought him closer… closer…
“You’re going to come,” Micah said, his own breath quickening with excitement again as he brought Zach right to the edge. “God, that’s so hot, Zach. I can tell. I can feel it. You are about to come, aren’t you? You’re going to do it all over me.”
“Yes,” Zach gasped the word against the addictive-tasting, sweat-slicked skin of Micah’s throat as he pumped hard into Micah’s fist. “Micah, baby… yes… fuck… oh fuck fuck fuck… yes.”
And then he did—the fierce, hot rush of his orgasm so good it almost choked him—and Zach’s entire world narrowed to an instant of pure bliss, an endless moment that was colored as bright and beautiful as the man in his arms.
The one he wanted, more than anything, to keep there.
8
Micah
Micah gave a perfunctory knock before letting himself into his mother’s home. Both his sisters’ cars were in the driveway, making him strongly suspect that the request for him to drop off the place card designs he’d worked up for Rachel-Lyn’s wedding had just been a pretext for some more three-M interference in his life. Not that it was all that unusual to find his sisters there—the whole family had always been close—but all three of them gathered on a Saturday when Amanda was usually stuck working weekends at the hospital and Rachel-Lyn was in last-minute wedding freak-out mode? And less than twenty-four hours after Rachel-Lyn had almost interrupted Micah’s first date with Zach?
He just didn’t buy the coincidence.
“Is that you, musje?” his mother called out from the kitchen.
“Yes, Mam,” Micah called out, rolling his eyes as he headed in that direction. Because, really, who else would it be?
His stomach rumbled at the delicious aroma of something savory, reminding him that he’d forgotten to eat lunch. He grinned, figuring that his forgetfulness was just another blessing in disguise, since it gave him an excuse to steal a few bites of whatever Rachel-Lyn was cooking.
It hadn’t surprised any of the Rawlings when Rachel-Lyn had foregone traditional university after high school and gone directly to a culinary institute instead. Amanda, the older twin by seven minutes, had followed their mother into medicine, but Rachel-Lyn had inherited their late father’s passion for food and she’d staked her claim in the Rawlings’ kitchen at an early age.
Thank God.
Rachel-Lyn’s culinary skills had saved Micah and Amanda from growing up on half-burnt meals and an intimate knowledge of local take-out menus. Their mother, Tanja Jansen-Rawlings, had many wonderful qualities, but being patient enough to spend time in the kitchen definitely wasn’t one of them. At least, not unless it was to lie in wait for him, like now.
“Where’s Pippin?” Tanja asked as he walked in, her brow crinkling. “Please tell me you didn’t come all the way across town on your own.”
“I’m fine, Mam,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist for a quick hug. “Besides, Alicia wanted to take Pipp for the afternoon.”
“I should have sent one of your sisters to pick you up.”
“No, you really shouldn’t have,” Micah said, rolling his eyes again. “I made it, didn’t I?”
And with only a few new bruises acquired along the way… not that he’d mention those, of course. Despite all the horrific injuries his mother dealt with in the emergency room, she remained utterly convinced that Micah tripping over something out in public might just actually be the end of the world.
He plopped the place card mockups he’d brought onto the counter. Amanda was sitting there, dressed for the hospital, and she immediately snatched them up and started riffling through them.
“Oooh, these are nice, Micah,” she said, waving one of his favorites at him. “Did you do all this in Photoshop?”
“Let me see,” Rachel-Lyn said before Micah could answer. She was stuck at the stove stirring something, but craned her neck around to try and catch a glimpse of the cards her sister was holding.
Amanda gave her an evil grin and held them against her chest, shaking her head.
“They’re for my wedding, Amanda,” Rachel-Lyn said, glaring at her.
“You wouldn’t want to get sauce on them,” Amanda said, grinning evilly. “I know how particular you are, Rachel-Lyn.”
“They’re just samples,” Rachel-Lyn insisted.
It was amazing how they treated Micah like the baby, and yet both his sisters reverted to bickering like teenagers at the drop of a hat. Maybe it was a twin thing.
“Samples that your brother spent a lot of time on, I’m sure,” Tanja said reproachfully. “Besides, you know that’s not really why we—”
She snapped her mouth closed without finishing that sentence, looking guiltily at her daughters when they both sent her reproachful looks.
“Not really why you asked me over?” Micah finished for her, pinching some kind of crumbled, fancy cheese out of a bowl on the counter and popping it into his mouth.
“Don’t spoil your dinner,” Rachel-Lyn said bossily, grabbing the bowl and pulling it closer as she used her patented selective hearing to avoid responding to his sure-to-be-accurate guess. “I’ll have it ready in twenty minutes.”
“I just came by to drop off the art, remember? I’m not staying for dinner.”
Rachel-Lyn tsked like she didn’t believe him, but Amanda jumped straight into the real reason he’d been asked to come by.
“Is it true that you had a date last night, musje?”
Micah grinned at the totally expected turn in the conversation. Well, that, and because… Zach. Micah was still pretty much on cloud nine about the whole thing, and any thought of him was like flipping an auto-smile switch.
His face was apparently the only confirmation to the date question that the three M’s needed, because they immediately began peppering him with questions without waiting for a yes.
Tanja frowned. “Who is this man?”
“Rachel-Lyn says we don’t know him,” Amanda said, tapping the cards in her hand on the counter. “Where did you meet him,
Micah?”
“And how old is he?” Rachel-Lyn asked, busy adjusting the settings on the stove while she talked. “Because an older man like that might have different expectations, musje. If you’re ready to start dating, you might want to start with boys your own age.”
Tanja pulled up a stool at the counter, sitting next to Amanda. “Does he know about—”
“Oh my God,” Micah interrupted, snatching the cheese bowl back and pinching out another bite. “I’m twenty-two, not twelve, okay?”
“Yes, but it’s not an age thing,” Tanja backpedaled. “It’s your lack of experience. We know you haven’t—”
“Mam,” he said, mortified.
She had the good grace to blush, too, but pushed on anyway, the fact that her faint Dutch accent was stronger than usual a sure sign that she was feeling flustered. “I just mean that you’ve had a sheltered life, musje—”
Micah laughed, which unfortunately meant he also inhaled a piece of cheese and started to choke. But, really? Sheltered? It may have been true in a lot of ways, but only because the three of them always acted like they’d like to pack him up in cotton balls and tuck him out of harm’s way.
“We just want to make sure you’re okay, Micah,” Amanda said, thumping him on the back before filling a glass of water and handing it to him. “Rachel-Lyn was concerned that this man seemed a little too…”
“Hot?”
“Micah.”
“What?” he asked, grinning. “He is, right, Rachel-Lyn? His name’s Zach, and I like him. I don’t know how old he is, but why does that matter? We, um, had a good time.”
Oh. Oops. He shouldn’t have let his mind go there. Heat immediately flooded his cheeks, and he gulped some more of the water as all three sets of eyes focused on him with a laserlike intensity.
“Where did he take you?” Amanda asked, eyes narrowing.
“Did you bring your cane when you left your apartment last night?” Tanja asked. “Please tell me you didn’t try to make it through without it, just to impress him.”
“Mam, I don’t use it anymore,” he reminded her for the eight millionth time, latching onto that question to avoid Amanda’s. “I get by just fine without it.”
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